Maya
I pressed the side of my head against the cold bus window and watched as trees and houses rolled past in a blur.
It felt like déjà vu. Like I was traveling through this place for the first time all over again. Except this time, I was leaving Northern Pack instead of arriving there, and things had changed. Not dramatically, but enough to notice.
Some of the houses had fresh coats of paint. More trees had grown tall, while others had been cut down to make room for new structures. There were a few new buildings scattered around, even though they still weren’t anywhere close to the level of development in Southern Pack.
My home. The place I’d run from four years ago.
The phone call from my mother had sent me into immediate action. I’d packed everything in a rush, handed over the bake
